提起老牛,行里的同志都会摇摇头:他啊,一个普通得没有一点色彩点缀的“老实人”,一个平凡的扔到人群中部找不到的“小老头”,一个嗜烟如命的“瘾君子”。唯一让全行上下印象深刻的事是:一次市分行行长下基层开了一个小时的恳谈会,全行干部职工都痛定思痛,全面剖析,深刻反思,多数同志眼圈都红了,甚至少数同志流下了泪,市分行行长激动地大声咳嗽,全都怪老牛躲在角落里,不歇气连抽11支香烟所赐,给熏的。 Mention the old cow, the line comrades will shook his head: he ah, a general without any color embellishment of the “honest man”, an ordinary thrown to the middle of the crowd can not find the “old man”, a smoke like life “Addict.” The only thing that impressed the whole bank down and down was: an hour-long round of talks was held between grassroots leaders of a city bank branch. Cadres and workers in the bank all thought painful, thoroughly analyzed and profoundly rethought, and most of the comrades were red and even a few came down Tears, the city branch president excitedly loudly cough, all blame the cow hiding in the corner, do not break even with the 11 cigarettes given, to smoked.